[It's a strange idea, but not one without merit. After all, there were the January sheddings, and there'd been an implication along those lines when they'd started finding dying Wastes in the crumbling dream that were themselves Sleepers.
Qrow feels similarly about the whole situation. It's honestly somewhat comforting to him that there's some version out there to deal with the war so he himself can firmly leave Remnant in the past and focus on the new life he's been building here. Even so, he wouldn't really want to be confronted with alternate versions of him either.]
If that Remnant ran across the same lines as mine, it's probably not a good ending, no. Huntsmen don't tend to last that long out there in general, and then you bring Salem into the equation for those of us in Oz's inner circle...
[he shakes his head]
You know how it is. Fighting in apocalypse wars isn't exactly good for your health.
[He expects his own ending to be far from peaceful. Especially knowing the state of things as he left them, two years ago. Because unless they're mistaken about it all, a Qrow with nothing more to lose is one that is one that's liable to be exceptionally reckless.]
No. And, on top of the usual nonsense, my semblance was — well, breaking things, essentially. I was still using my old name, so perhaps that was a tribute of sorts to my present one. [Break finally smiles again, but it's self-deprecating, and a little mean.] With no lock able to keep me out of places I should not have been, I imagine that version's capacity for getting into trouble was near limitless.
[He may not be the most self-aware person around, but any menace worth his salt can spot a skill or item absolutely no one wants him to have from a mile away. And there's no way any version of himself wouldn't make reckless decisions with an ability like that. Remnant Break may well be one who manages to get himself murdered before anything else takes him out.]
I carried a terribly boring sword with no shotguns in it for that reason, I’m sorry to tell you. And, I never bothered to replace my eye permanently. The risks in being unable to control what was damaged if my semblance got away from me were simply too great.
[You know how sometimes, someone says something and you get a Thought stuck in your head that's frankly dumb but it will not leave without being entertained? Qrow perhaps might have lingered a bit more on that last part and how he can relate to it, if not for that. Break can probably tell, if not from the bond, then from the silly smirk that forms on his lover's face.]
I don't know, it sounds like it still counts if your soul was the gun.
[…yeah. That's dumb. But it's dumb in a way that has Break opening and closing his mouth a couple of times as he gathers up a baffled protest, dumbly.]
Wha. That's — my soul is not explosive and noisy! [ lol ] And it wasn't as though I was going about blowing holes in things. You couldn't follow my trail of destruction and think, "ah, yes, the perpetrator of this business definitely had a gun."
[He waves his hands around ineffectually as he says this. Boyfriend just called him a shotgun??? He cannot believe —]
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Qrow feels similarly about the whole situation. It's honestly somewhat comforting to him that there's some version out there to deal with the war so he himself can firmly leave Remnant in the past and focus on the new life he's been building here. Even so, he wouldn't really want to be confronted with alternate versions of him either.]
If that Remnant ran across the same lines as mine, it's probably not a good ending, no. Huntsmen don't tend to last that long out there in general, and then you bring Salem into the equation for those of us in Oz's inner circle...
[he shakes his head]
You know how it is. Fighting in apocalypse wars isn't exactly good for your health.
[He expects his own ending to be far from peaceful. Especially knowing the state of things as he left them, two years ago. Because unless they're mistaken about it all, a Qrow with nothing more to lose is one that is one that's liable to be exceptionally reckless.]
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[He may not be the most self-aware person around, but any menace worth his salt can spot a skill or item absolutely no one wants him to have from a mile away. And there's no way any version of himself wouldn't make reckless decisions with an ability like that. Remnant Break may well be one who manages to get himself murdered before anything else takes him out.]
I carried a terribly boring sword with no shotguns in it for that reason, I’m sorry to tell you. And, I never bothered to replace my eye permanently. The risks in being unable to control what was damaged if my semblance got away from me were simply too great.
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I don't know, it sounds like it still counts if your soul was the gun.
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Wha. That's — my soul is not explosive and noisy! [ lol ] And it wasn't as though I was going about blowing holes in things. You couldn't follow my trail of destruction and think, "ah, yes, the perpetrator of this business definitely had a gun."
[He waves his hands around ineffectually as he says this. Boyfriend just called him a shotgun??? He cannot believe —]